A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
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And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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ek bewafa ka intzaar

हम तुम्हारे फोन का इंतज़ार करते है <

JO BHARA NAHI HAI BHAVO SE

जो भरा नहीं है भावों से

बहती जिसमे

I Can't Help Myself

When I see you standing there... Did you even notice me?

I sit in class and you're on my

KITABON MAI

Na Jane Saloon Baad Kaisa Sama Hoga,
gairoon ki baat kun karte ho

tum gairoon ki baath karte ho,

humne apno kho aazmaya hai.

tum kaanto se bach ke

Don't Bring Camels in the Classroom
Don’t bring camels in the classroom.
Don’t bring scorpions to school.
Don’t bring rh

aalok kare jan bharat

नव-जीवन का वैभव जाग्रत हो जनगण में,

THODA SAMAJH LO

 

Thoda tum mujhe samajh lo, thoda main tumhe samjh lu! 

Aur kaaran is

You Will Never See Me Fall

You may see me struggle,

but you won't see me fall.

Regardless if I'm weak or not

When I Was One-and-Twenty
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas

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